“Let’s just go, Snow,” Prissy sighed, appearing at his side. She should’ve known he was going to follow her to the party because he followed her everywhere. At first she liked the attention from the older guy, but now it was annoying. Snow stayed up her ass so much he could tell what she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“This yo uncle or something?” Sage asked, making bystanders cackle. He knew damn well that wasn’t her uncle.
“What? No!” Prissy rolled her eyes. “He’s my ex.”
“Let me find out this nigga groomed you.”
“What the fuck he just say?” Snow roared, standing behind Prissy like she was holding him back.
“Nigga, I said you’re a pedophile. What, her mama let you slide through because you give her a couple of dollars to turn her head?” Sage taunted, making the crowd laugh. “You one of them grown niggas that can’t pull a grown bitch, so you hang out at high schools trying to impress teenagers with your monopoly money, huh?”
Whap!
Snow punched Sage in the mouth.
“Shut yo lil nerdy ass up!”
The punch dazed Sage, but the liquor in his system had him swinging. Logic didn’t raise a bitch and he was taught to never start a fight and run from it.
Whap whap!
His fist connected with Snow’s face, turning his face from side to side.
That’s all it took for a big fight to break out. People were running, bottles were being thrown, and as if that wasn’t enough, shots rang out, sending everyone running out the front door. Intoxicated teens were being pushed to the ground and trampled over while Chyna cried about how they were fucking up her mama's house. The couches were being stepped on, tables were flipped, and the good vases were used as weapons.
“Mannnn,” Joey dragged, fixing his stretched-out shirt when they made it outside. “You not smoking or drinking no more,” he laughed. “Sage out here starting fights and shit.”
“Big Sage, not the little one,” Trent boasted as they headed back to their car.
“You hear me!” Sage grinned, wiping the blood from his lips. Snow knocked the shit out of him, but Sage stood his ground, and that had his chest sticking out a little further than normal.
“Let’s go get some food and call some of them numbers,” Joey suggested as if they hadn’t just escaped from a situation that could’ve turned out a lot worse than it did.
“I’m with whatever.” Sage shrugged. “Do we have some more weed?” he asked.
Before Trent could answer him, the sound of tires burning rubber on pavement caused their heads to turn. From the curb, they watched a car create a thick cloud of smoke before speeding down the street. In horror, Sage watched the car recklessly mow down teens who were running for safety before slowing down in front of him. Trent hollered for them to take cover, but Sage was stuck and he couldn’t figure out why. He heard shots ring out, he saw bodies drop to the ground, but he still couldn’t move. His stomach felt like it was on fire, his leg was throbbing, and he felt like he was out of breath.
“Oh shit!” Trent bellowed, running to Sage's side as his body hit the ground.
“My stomach hurt,” he forced out, choking on his own blood as his mind tried to process what was happening.
“Put pressure on it,” someone yelled in the background.
“Fuck!” Joey scratched the top of his head as sirens and bright lights closed in on them. “Aye, Trent, we gotta go.”
“What?” Trent glared at him as he tried to pick Sage up from the ground. “Then help me get him in the car. We can’t just leave him.”
“Nigga, this is a stolen car and I’m not about to go to jail. The police are close, and you know paramedics right behind them. He’ll be alright, come the fuck on.”
“Man, this fucked up.” Trent shook his head, torn between leaving and getting caught. He’d already been to juvie three times, and the judge promised him the next time would be his last time. If he stayed there with Sage his freedom was on the line, and Trent wasn’t going back to juvie. “Sage, the police right behind us; they’ll be here in a minute,” he promised, stepping away from the bleeding teen.
Sage couldn’t reply if he wanted to. His eyes were heavy and his body felt light. He couldn’t see Joey pull off, but he heard people commenting on how fucked up it was that he was leaving his friend to die. With a heavy heart, Sage thought about his sisters, tears seeped from his eyes at the thought of disappointing his brother, and as his breathing slowed down, his last thoughts were of Pepper. He wondered whether she would have any regrets now that she’d never get to see him again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
It was three in the morning when Logic’s vibrating phone pulled him from his deep slumber. Without sitting up, he peered around the room, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Making a pallet sounded like a good idea, but after fucking Tyler in multiple positions on the hard floor, his knees and back were on fire. Logic ran his hand up her back as she snored lightly on his chest. Her wig was fucked up, and Shane was probably going to kill them, but it was worth it. Did she cum every time they fucked? No, but Logic got a thrill out of trying to pull it out of her. By the time they took their second shower, Tyler was sore, her lips were swollen, and she finally tapped out when he tried to fuck her on the kitchen counter. Logic’s dick stiffened at the thought of sliding back between her thighs, but his phone vibrated again, alerting him of the missed call.
Bzzzzz bzzzzzz
